I like to think about the time I met you
Living
Pacing gently summer wind,
The king stares softly to the sky.
Will
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings
Of
I'm holding my last breath
It's burning in my lungs
Clenching up
Midnight in the Holy City
Playground for restless souls
Graveyards for the
I'm a hack driver in New York City
I've got seven
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams
Live my lonely
Whispered from my heart and soul to my unwilling eyes
Lift
I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the
The rhythm of life
Heaven withstanding and smiling we're all swept
Did you forget about the passion
living day to day?
we keep
